1,000+ miles away from my family, I spent Thanksgiving with wonderful people, who are spectacular parents and who have imperfect kids and I live a life where my every motion and movement is an attempt to reconcile with my father. Somehow we met in the middle, over dinner and my heart almost burst because for a few hours I felt what it would be like to have a father that cares, one that kids and laughs with me and makes fun of me but then watches me walk to my car, tells me to drive carefully and slowly because of policemen and speed traps and who asks I text him when I get home so he knows I’m safe. I cried on the way home because it felt wonderful and I cried because it was beautiful and I’m thankful for tonight.
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